Studio Composition by Joseph Mayo Wristen

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sittingBefore child like statueWords of Lennon mixedIn a clay Klee fish bowlLike a dog in a mangerCaravan of gypsiesTraveling from city to cityVerse of reconciliation aProphet’s candle burningUnder lilted stars there areNo predictions here noSymbol’s of insight onlyImages left in a secret life

Living on the hillside facing the sunInk fading across Hollywood promises

French monastery, tear of bloodFalling from our Savior’s eyeSearch for a doorway leadingTo another world, song of the reedWritten under sidewalk pop posterLiving outside reality, ghostTemplar child playing underRobin morning light, TimesPortrait leaving us the fallenColors of our history branches

Three Seagulls scratching a signInto the sand, a twilight visitationShadows over Morrison’s hotelA spirit waiting under street lightField, driftwood fires changingDay to night, then night back to dayBones of a poet scattered acrossOne thousand three hundred and sevenPainted Milk Wood roof tops,Dust falling under a cigaretteRoyal Sun, the crucifixion of Mary

Broom of straw, fowl knight’s rage,

Witch’s robe, theories of the scholar

Tied to a cup, throne Barley weed

Cast over a painted Isle shore picture

Traitor of calm living behind aPicket fence, interposition of theTeachers voice, old man PeachesRiding his bicycle down Palm street,Yoko Ono’s sheet of love, PearlMotor memories, Ginsberg’sScore, a call from the year 2032 AD,Voice over the phone telling usAbout a river of tar spilling into timesSea of Hope changing child’s dream

A Hawk soaring over a field of Mice

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sittingBefore child like statueWords of Lennon mixedIn a clay Klee fish bowlLike a dog in a mangerCaravan of gypsiesTraveling from city to cityVerse of reconciliation aProphet’s candle burningUnder lilted stars there areNo predictions here noSymbol’s of insight onlyImages left in a secret life